Jay stepped delicately over the jumbled piles of sharp rocks, lifting his paws and setting them down carefully, avoiding each and every one of the rocks. When he reached the edge of the mess, he settle down to give himself a thorough wash, removing all remnants of rabbit-scent from his dark pelt. The skeleton of the rabbit itself was buried a few foxlengths behind the tomcat. He hadn't found any scent-marks, but he could never be too careful in these lands. Another rogue may have claimed it since he had last been there, and he didn't want to take the risk of alerting anyone to his presence.

Finishing his wash, he stood up lazily and continued ambling along, the weak moonlight beaming down on his coffee-coloured pelt. Even though it was almost midnight, the stars weren't up, or were obscured by clouds. Jay tilted his head back and examined the sky curiously. Normally, even on cloud nights, he could see a star or two. But tonight... Tonight there was nothing but the moon, softly lighting the clouds around it and not much else. He lowered his head again. There was nothing to be seen, and so he padded onward.

Reaching a small rock cave, he glanced inside, then dismissed it to continue walking. After a few paces, he stopped again and glanced back inside. Now he could see the movement of the cat, pacing back and forth, eyes glittering. From what he could see and smell, it was a she-cat, and frustrated. He was downwind. Had she noticed him? Taking a few steps forwards into the gaping mouth of the cave, he drawled softly, "Waiting for anyone in particular?"

The dark she-cat slowly raised herself onto her feet, turning to face him. He did the opposite, sitting down and wrapping his tail neatly around his paws. One ear twisted back as she strode toward him, almost too close for comfort... but not quite. Jay stayed perfectly still, appraising her calmly. Her icy blue gaze was the only colour about her body - her pelt was pure black, melting easily into the shadows. His tail-tip twitched as she mvoed closer, ready to leap away if needed. However, it didn't seem to be.
"I have my preferances, but not really. My name is Shadewhisper, warrior of ShadowClan. Now who might you be?"

Jay tilted his head. "You warriors don't come round here very often, if not to hunt. What brings you here?" The evasiveness came naturally to him- years of distrust, of any cat, had sharpened his alertness, and he liked to keep things close to his heart. However, this cat didn't seem too much of a threat - ShadowClan cat's didn't come into contact with him much, and Shadewhisper - clan cats and their names, part of him muttered in his head - wasn't likely to parade the fact she had met up with a rogue. Finally, he replied to her question. "Jay. My name's Jay."